Finishing off her shower Michelle threw a robe on,
walked into the living room and looked down at her two sons.
She pulled back Benjamin’s diaper and found nothing.
Then turning to Rob with a devilish grin on her face she was about to check her husband when he spoke up,
“It was me, I’m…sowwy.”
Rob looked up with a deep expression of embarrassment on his face as tears were rolling down his cheeks.
Seeing the expression on his face melted Michelle’s heart,
“It’s okay honey,
I want you to finish up before I change you.
You stay there and play with Benny while I get dressed, then I’ll change your diapee.”
All Rob could do was sit there and nod his head.
Even Ben looked superior to Rob right now,
standing on the other side of the pen smiling broadly at the fact his diaper was still clean.
Rob remained on the floor of the pen sitting there reflecting on his latest misfortune.
His diaper was already starting to cool but the injury to his ego was immeasurable.
Rob wasn’t an adult nor a brilliant scientist but a very small,
diapered baby that was very wet and dirty,
incompetent and incontinent.
Rob could feel his self-respect and modesty slipping away.
He had lost his ability to control a basic bodily function that differentiated adults from the most immature of children.
There was nowhere to hide when she re-entered the living room.
She would want to strip him exposing his level of maturity to the world.
Rob looked up at the world around him.
The soft mesh walls rose up vertically to what must have seemed like the ceiling.
Rob already knew that there was no way he could climb out of this cubical,
Michelle had total control over him and could leave him there whenever she wanted to.
She would choose when he was fed,
when he slept
when he got to play, and what he would play with.
Rob could tell his manhood slipping away
, only to be replaced with the trappings of babyhood.
The soft floor,
plush toys
or brightly coloured toys and scents of infancy were now becoming home to him,
whether he wanted them or not.
Ben crossed the playpen and stood over his father.
Rob grabbed the wall and pulled himself up to face his son.
As he stood up he started peeing yet again.
Rob groaned with futility at his growing incontinence.
This time it didn’t phase him as badly,
the diaper was already feeling heavy hanging from his waist and another wetting at this point was almost expected.
The only thing that concerned him,
if it leaked would it make a mess of his clean clothes.
Benjamin was overjoyed to have a playmate and squealed at his arrival.
Ben pushed Rob then turned and charged to the opposite side of the playpen.
Rob decided to follow and carefully crossed the soft floor without falling.
Rob was proud of his accomplishment,
he was sure his balance was getting better as he adjusted to his new body,
hopefully, it also meant the regression had also stopped.
Rob began to chase his son around the perimeter both of them laughed and squealed as their game proceeded.
Rob continued to chase Ben stumbling a few times which would result in a face plant on the soft rubber floor but he would get up and continue the chase.
Not even the fact that all the running and falling would continue to smear and make a further mess around his bottom really didn’t matter to him.
The chase was on!
Soon two hands reached underneath Rob’s armpits and hoisted him up into the air.
Michelle was now ready to deal with her newest child and deftly carried the little guy away from her chest concerned the smell would get her dirty.
Ben feeling left out of the attention squealed
“Me go potty!”
Immediately Michelle turned around dumping Rob in the playpen while she took care of more immediate concerns.
Hoisting Ben out of the playpen she whisked him off to the bathroom where his potty chair awaited.
For Rob the humiliation was brought back,
sitting on the floor of the playpen.
He could feel the soft sticky mess as it had cooled around him and the smell wafted up reminding him of his predicament.
He was surrounded by his mistake,
no matter how he tried to forget what he had done.
He was now feeling abandoned and ignored.
To Rob, Michelle seemed to give more attention and importance to Benjamin.
He could hear Michelle praising Ben for his accomplishment and telling him
“What a big boy he was.”
Rob was sure that Michelle must see him as even less of a human being due to the lack of some abilities.
“What’s so big about sitting on a potty chair?
I was able to do that.”
Rob noted how even he used that statement in the past tense.
“How could I have sunk so low in such a short period of time?”
Dejected Rob unconsciously slipped his thumb into his mouth to soothe his bruised ego.
Rob fixed his gaze on the mesh wall in front of him and tried to reason how fate had left him in this latest state of incompetence and incontinence.
Finally, Michelle grabbed Rob from behind lifting under his armpits and carried him back to the converted nursery where his second diaper change of the day would commence.
All Rob could do was pray that the operation would end quickly.
Unfortunately, Michelle had other plans and would make the most of Rob’s predicament.
From the time she picked Rob up the mother-baby talk had begun.
Not talking in a normal voice but a higher-pitched tone with a smattering of infantile words and phrases.
“Aww, don’t worry Robbie, Mommy is here for you.
Let’s get my little man out of that poopy dye-pee.”
When they reached the table,
she sat Rob in the middle and proceeded to pull out every conceivable baby product from the diaper bag.
Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, Michelle began to unbutton his pants.
Rob couldn’t bear to watch anymore and laid back on the pad,
resigned to his fate.
Rob closed his eyes tightly as waves of humiliation flooded his psyche.
His wife immediately noticed his distress,
stopped the process, and began to console her baby.
“There there little one, it is not that bad, you will get used to it.”
She cooed and she dug around in the large blue diaper bag of nursery items.
“Don’t worry honey, everything is going to be alright.”
It took all of Rob’s composure not to start crying.
“P P Pwease change me now, stop going so swow.”
Tear’s rolled down his face.
Michelle enjoyed the commanding position she had over her husband,
she had always known she was the dominant one in their relationship but this was much different.
No longer just telling him what to do but now she physically dominated over her one time equal.
“Honey, what is wrong?
And why do you need to be changed?”
A sly smile crossed her face as she looked maternally down on Rob.
“You know already!
P Pwease change me.
Diapuh poopy!”
It was only getting worse for Rob as his speech became more infantile when his nerves frayed.
Removing her hand from the bag she held something however Rob was unable to tell what it was.
Michelle smiled like a content mother,
as she stroked her new son’s forehead.
“Here you go a little something to soothe your frayed nerves.”
Next, Rob found that a large hand slid up his chin deftly and deposited something between his lips.
His lips and tongue could feel the slick smooth object slip into his mouth,
suddenly without thinking his mouth pulled it in and began to rhythmically suck.
Rob moaned as he realized he was sucking on a pacifier!
He squirmed at his embarrassment and could feel the soft sticky mess against his bottom.
Michelle unbuttoned his shorts and pulled them over his waist exposing his diaper.
He could hear the tapes ripping away from the front of the diaper,
then felt his legs lifted into the air as the diaper was then used to remove the majority of the mess.
“Oh honey, this is all over!
How could you make such a mess at your age?”
Rob just closed his eyes,
clenched his fists and feverishly sucked on his pacifier.
Finally removing his shirt, shorts, and socks Rob was carried into the bathroom and placed in a warm tub of water.
He tried to grab for the washcloth however Michelle took it away from him and proceeded to give the little man a scrub.
Once clean, the child was removed from the tub,
dried off,
picked up and taken back to the changing table where a new diaper was taped in place and his shirt put back on.
“Come on honey, let’s put you in the living room.
I’m not going to put your pants on,
it’s warm enough this morning.” Michelle said.
Rob was lifted off the changing table and deposited in the playpen in the living room.
While sitting in the pen Rob realized he was still sucking on the pacifier non-stop for the past 20 minutes.
It didn’t bother him,
in fact, he found it soothing and relaxing.
For now, he decided it would stay,
but only a few more minutes, as he was too old to be sucking on a pacifier.
Rob seemed to lose track of time soon he was lost in thought jumping from one thing to another as his attention drifted.
The rest of the day went without any crisis,
he wet himself before lunch but didn’t get upset by his incontinent act.
Instead, Rob called for his wife who whisked him away for a speedy change.
The little man took it in stride,
as he slipped his thumb into his mouth and looked up into his wife’s eyes for consolation.
Michelle did show empathy for her charge and did feel sorry for his condition however she was also enjoying her new control over her husband.
She now decided when he would eat, what he would wear, and when he would go to bed.
The new level of control made her feel more empowered.
The new control also fostered a greater level of motherly nurturing she felt towards her new child.
Although she may have lost a husband she now had a new son and as long as he was young she would love and care for him.
By the evening Rob had now accepted his new clothing and status in the house.
He tried to remind both wife and son he wasn’t a baby however they weren’t completely convinced.
Michelle had forced him to eat food appropriate for someone his size,
Rob knew that his body would probably rebel like his son’s had when Benny ate chocolate or other foods normally off-limits to younger folk.
Michelle was willing to give Rob more freedom around the house
She had let him toddle about unmonitored
whereas Benny was kept in the playpen.
Rob more than once had waddled up and said hello to his son,
reminding Benny who was trapped inside while his father was free to move wherever he wanted.
Later in the day, Rob noticed Michelle had stopped clothing him in Benjamin’s diapers,
instead she used a different package of smaller diapers.
Rob wasn’t distressed by his continued regression after the last major milestone had been passed when babyhood was attained.
Rob knew until this age could be reversed baby bottles and diapers would rule his future.
He was still uneasy with what awaited him,
his teeth were disappearing and food with less consistency and taste was in the offing.
What was worse,
if he grew much smaller he could lose his ability to walk
or worse be stuck as a newborn unable to even roll over.
For now, he could still talk and convey his theories on reversing this process
However, once he lost the ability to talk it would take much longer to get his ideas across to his lab mates.
Not only would he not be able to communicate but also would truly be younger than his son.
Presently Rob told himself that he was still the elder of the two.
Mommy, errr Michelle was treating them differently and gave him far more freedom than Ben.
Rob was also able to hold a conversation with her,
something Benny could only do for half a sentence.
These arguments were enough for Rob to hold some semblance of dignity.
All he had to do was continually measure himself against his son,
at least that was what he told himself.
After dinner,
Michelle busied getting the mess cleaned up,
then sat down with her sons and watched them nurse on their milk.
Rob no longer protested his use of the baby bottle,
instead he enjoyed the moment with Michelle cuddling him on her lap.
Her figure still excited him.
Once Ben had finished the sippy cup,
she picked him up and carried her son to the bathroom depositing him on the potty chair.
Knowing that Ben would soon need to go in the after-dinner period she pre-empted her son and worked on his toilet training.
Once on the potty chair, Michelle started the evening bath and got their bedtime clothes ready.
Michelle was soon rewarded with Ben yelling that he had gone poppy.
She went back to the bathroom,
wiped up her son,
removed his clothes, and deposited him in the bathtub.
“Rob would you please come to the bathroom right now,”
Michelle called to her former husband.
The little man climbed down off the couch and toddled towards the bathroom.
His balance and ability to walk were deteriorating,
he was not sure if it was due to a further drop in age or his physical abilities were catching up.
Either way, it was a little disconcerting
however Rob was quickly becoming accustomed to stumbling,
weaving, and wobbling around the cabin.
As he reached the doorway he was overcome by a wave of discomfort from his gut,
Rob knew it wouldn’t belong.
He looked up at his wife with a deep sense of urgency,
“Michelle I need to go to the…”
It was too late,
Rob grabbed the door and bent his knees a little as he instinctively pushed and gave a little grunt.
Michelle recognized an accident in progress stopped washing Ben to comfort her husband in his time of infancy.
A tear rolled down his face as he reached his arms out for his new mommy to pick him up and console him.
Rob had no words in his mind, nor was he reliving the last moment.
All he felt and could think about presently was that he wanted to be held by ‘my mommy’.
She reached down hoisted him into her arms and sat down on the toilet cradling her son,
she could feel the diaper getting hot as he started to pee.
“Aww that’s okay honey, you just relax and finish up.
It’s alright honey you can’t be expected to control yourself at this age.”
Rob could only slip his thumb into his mouth and quietly console himself.
He knew soon mommy would make everything right again.
As his thoughts drifted,
he was somehow comforted by the warmth that was surrounding him.
Just like the accident in the playpen,
he was getting a sense of enjoyment and contentment from the accident.
After a few more minutes Michelle took her new son to the changing table cleaned him up,
removed all his clothing before carrying him to the tub to join his son.
She carefully placed Rob in the tub and proceeded to wash him from top to bottom,
just like he used to do with Ben.
Once finished cleaning Rob,
she removed him from the tub.
“Shouldn’t you deaw wiff Benny first,
he has been in here wonger dan me?”
the little man inquired.
Michelle just toweled him off. “
No honey you are too small to leave unattended in the bathtub.
I’d feel safer taking care of you first.”
Once Rob was dried off,
she then removed Ben and drained the water.
Picking up Ben, she asked Rob to follow her to the nursery and he happily toddled behind them.
As Michelle prepared Ben for bed,
Rob quietly stood below and watched the procedure not phased a bit that he was next.
As Michelle powdered,
diapered, and put Ben’s sleeper on Rob toddled around the room looking into various bags.
In the Wal-mart bag, he found another package of diapers,
for children under 12 months.
Rob hoped they would not be needed.
He also found a prescription for Domperidone,
not sure what it was he decided it must be for a ‘women’s’ issue and of no concern to him.
He continued to look through another bag of clothes which were obviously for him,
most were sensible however there were a couple of sets of clothes he hoped never to wear.
Especially one baby blue pair of shortalls with no pant legs instead there were elastic leg holes,
the outfit looked like it had been crossed with a diaper shirt.
It was guaranteed to show off his diapered butt and make the wearer look truly infantile.
Finally, she picked up Rob and proceeded to diaper and dress him in a sleeper.
Again Rob did not flinch nor did he want to cry.
In fact, he was eager to get a new diaper on,
at least it covered up his nakedness.
Rob played with a finger as he happily looked up into his wife’s eyes.
Michelle instinctively started using cute baby talk to Rob,
which he enjoyed and giggled while a little drool again escaped his lips.
Before he knew it he was changed and clothed in a yellow sleeper for the evening.
Rob contently lay on the changing pad happy to just look into his new mother’s eye.
Michelle picked him up and placed him in the playpen while she returned her attention to Ben.
Rob was serene and happy from the attention he received.
He was calm and without a thought in his mind,
almost as if he had been meditating.
After a moment of gurgles and squeaks,
Rob placed a thumb in his mouth and laid there on his back with his legs turned out by the thickness of the diaper.
Rob again watched the attention Benny was getting as she talked with her older son.
He was getting sleepy from the warm comfortable sleeper he was in,
the footed sleeper again made him comfortable like much of his other clothing,
he made a mental note that if he got back to age 42,
he’d get a footed sleeper made for himself.
The mother tucked her 2-year-old in and kissed him on the forehead before raising the crib’s rail.
Michelle picked up Rob and carried him out of the room turning off the light as they left.
“I’m not sleeping with Benny tonight?” Rob asked his wife.
Michelle smiled and picked up another baby bottle from the warmer.
“I thought we could spend some quiet time together tonight honey.
You can stay up a little longer than Benny.”
She then walked out on the camp’s deck and sat him in a chair beside her.
Under the moonlight, Michelle poured herself a glass of red wine while Rob joked,
“What no vino for me?”
Her response was to place a baby bottle of formula in his lap.
Rob quietly smiled,
sat back to relax with his wife, and slowly nursed on his bottle.
Michelle gazed at the moon and they quietly talked about the past few days.
Soon Rob began to get bitter and irritable while reflecting,
his mood changed from being upbeat and playful to frustrated and cranky.
Michelle picked up Rob and cradled him and patted his diapered butt.
“There there Robbie,
be a good baby and calm down.
Everything is alright,
I’m sorry I kept you up past your bedtime from now on you will go down just like your brother.”
As Rob continued to whine and complain his speech grew quieter and less distinguishable.
Soon all mumbling ceased and the baby fell asleep in his mother’s arms.
Rob woke up in the playpen again.
The light showed through the curtains creating sunbeams as Rob played with his fingers and the cobwebs slowly dissipated from his sleepy mind.
Benny was still sleeping and the cabin was quiet.
Soon Rob realized he was wet however he was not uncomfortable and nor in immediate need of help.
The air had the smell of a mess but it could have been his roommate.
As he shifted around it didn’t seem like he had pooped in his diaper but he was not sure.
He laid back and wondered what time it was, it was hard to tell without a clock, so his best guess was some time after sunrise at 6 am.
Soon he realized his sleeper and the floor of the playpen was wet from a leaky diaper.
Rob groaned at the fact he probably regressed during the night.
His frustration over the past week began to well up inside him.
He had tried to be a good sport over the entire affair,
Michelle had not been responsible however she had been supportive and tried to make the best of a bad situation.
However, it didn’t seem to matter to the little man right now as he balled up his tiny fists fighting back the tears.
The more he fought his emotions to stay in control the angrier he became.
He squirmed in his wet clothes, which only made him feel more uncomfortable.
Sitting up he could feel his sleeper had been soaked all up his back.
This didn’t feel like a small accident but the complete emptying of a full bladder.
Finally, his mind snapped, reverting to a more primal stage in life and he began to cry like the baby he had become.
It felt like an eternity until Michelle came into the room.
She picked up Rob and quickly removed his sleeper and before he knew it a dry diaper was fastened into place.
He was dressed in a new red sleeper and then placed in the crib with a nipple bottle.
Rob picked up the bottle and began nursing while he watched Benny receive the same treatment.
After placing Benny back in the crib beside him with a sippy cup.
“I’m going to clean the playpen then I’ll let it dry so you two have fun sleeping together for an hour or two.”
As turned and grabbed a ragged to mop up the mess.
The entire time Rob kept sucking on his bottle as if it was all that mattered in his life right now.
Michelle tucked her two sons under their blankets and closed the door behind her.
Later in the morning, Michelle woke Rob as she entered the room.
She removed him from the playpen,
checked his diaper and dressed him in a shirt.
Finally, she placed him on the floor and let him roam free while Ben was dressed for the day.
Rob waddled towards the mirror and noticed his balance had decreased substantially overnight.
Halfway across the room, he fell backward on his bottom however it didn’t hurt dropping from this short height.
Attempting to stand up had become much more difficult.
Climbing to his knees, he stuck his diapered end into the air before leaning back and finally standing up.
Rob swayed in place for a couple of seconds before continuing to the mirror.
Rob stood in amazement at how small he’d become.
Now a very cute dimpled 12-month-old child smiled back at him.
His shirt had a small child kicking a soccer ball and his thick white diaper visibly protruded from below.
He giggled at the sight.
With a finger stuck in his mouth, it did not faze him that a stream of drool ran down his hand.
He had noticed a continual drool yesterday and figured it would get worse as his teeth disappeared.
Rob happily wandered off into the living room to start a brand new day.
By mid-morning Rob had another accident while sitting on the living room rug.
He was playing with blocks when the urge in his gut came and just as quickly released without any ability to contain it.
This time he didn’t get upset,
instead, he called for Michelle who took care of him quickly and efficiently.
In fact, the experience was sort of comforting, as he was content to sit and wait for assistance.
The rest of the day passed without incident.
He played by himself mostly preferring to spend time on the couch reading a book or sometimes,
when people weren’t looking he might try his hand at the blocks.
Rob liked the blocks because they were made for someone his size,
even books were awkward to lift and turn pages with his small pudgy hands.
Dinner and then bedtime seemed to come quickly,
he noticed that his sense of time had diminished at some point.
At one point he was playing with the blocks and didn’t realize an hour had passed until his diaper reminded his lunch had been digested.
Tonight Ben and Rob went to bed at the same time and Rob didn’t make a fuss.
When Michelle changed him this time she used a size 3 diaper which Ben hadn’t used since he was 11 or 12 months.
Seeing this, all he could do was put his thumb in his mouth and hope his regression would end soon.
Sunday started like the past few,
his diaper was wet along with the playpen floor.
Michelle took care of her boy and afterward he toddled over to the mirror to see a 10-month-old baby looking back at him.
Rob unsteadily toddled into the living room to start yet another day of carefree fun.
After lunch, Ben was placed in the playpen and given a sippy cup.
Michelle picked up Rob and carried him to the couch,
where he expected his bottle while cradled in her arms.
This had been the routine over the past few days and it was one of Rob’s truly favorite times of the day.
He was so close to his wife and she made him feel warm and safe,
he had fallen asleep a few times while he nursed on his bottle.
Rob was already feeling groggy from the food he’d consumed and laid back expecting to nurse.
The rest of the day went without incident.
More and more he noticed Michelle was leaving him in the playpen with Ben.
At first, he resented being stuck in the same confining space however soon Rob didn’t care.
Like most little babies they were only interested in themselves and don’t care about others around them.
The same was true for Benny,
as he had lost interest in playing with Rob especially when Rob become so much younger.
Rob happily played by himself entertaining with his favorite blocks and periods of almost mediation where he’d suck his thumb and stare at the playpen’s wall.
Monday morning, Rob awoke a little happier.
He was wet and most likely messy,
however, this time his playpen’s floor wasn’t wet.
It looked like his diaper had not leaked overnight,
Rob gave a sigh of relief as it looked like the regression had slowed or stopped.
As he lay in his playpen,
Rob thought back over the past twenty four hours.
He had breastfed more than once and become engrossed in the action-loving every minute.
There was no regret or revulsion for his truly infantile act,
instead, he lay in ‘his crib’
sucking his thumb dreaming of his next chance to nurse.
After a short time, Michelle came into the room and changed her sons.
As she lifted him onto the table her face screwed up.
“Oh Rob, you are truly stinky this morning!
How can one little man make such a large smell?”
Rob giggled at the comment.
“I don’h smew dah bad Mommy!”
He waved his arms around and beat his legs against the table playfully as Michelle started unbuttoning his sleeper.
After getting cleaned up,
Michelle put him back in the playpen and gave him a bottle.
Rob looked at the baby bottle a little confused.
He didn’t want the bottle,
Before Michelle could turn to leave Rob began to fuss and cry.
Michelle picked up her youngest son and cuddled him in her arms.
Rob reached for Michelle’s breast but Michelle swatted his hand,
which caused him to cry.
Michelle quieted him down and slipped the bottle into his mouth.
He reluctantly began to nurse and after a few minutes, Rob’s belly began to fill as he drifted off to sleep.
The morning routine had become predictable as he expected to get a morning bottle,
nap before getting up for breakfast and then play time.
The only major difference was in his physical abilities.
Rob was a little discouraged to find walking was becoming increasingly difficult.
The diapers seemed a little thicker spreading his legs apart however he didn’t figure that was the real reason.
It was difficult to balance correctly and his walk seemed more awkward.
He fell constantly as he tried to cross the room.
Even standing took effort as he usually needed a couple of attempts to before he was successful.
Rob would get to his knees,
stick his diapered butt in the air,
then using his hands push his torso up until he could stand
but somehow he seemed to fall backward most of the time needing a second or third attempt.
Soon he got tired of struggling to walk and started to crawl on all fours.
Around 10 a m Rob noticed Michelle began to pack Benny’s diaper bag.
Rob figured they were going somewhere
however he wasn’t concerned,
he was far more interested in his blocks.
Michelle collected up extra bottles of baby food and prepared baby bottles before placing them all in the bag.
Soon Michelle picked up Ben and took him back to the nursery,
a few minutes later Ben came out dressed in smart clothes and shoes ready to go out.
Next, it was Rob’s turn, he was stripped of his clothes as she stuck two fingers down his diaper.
Rob didn’t even flinch at his lack of privacy,
he had been checked for dryness continually over the past few days and had become used to the action.
In fact, more than once Michelle had checked his diaper and found he’d soaked it yet he hadn’t realized the mistake.
“Just a little damp honey, but I think you will be fine until we get to the neighbors.”
Rob’s eyes grew wide as he realized what was happening.
“You can take me out like dis, I’m wearing diapers!”
Michelle just giggled at the obvious comment.
“No honey we are going out,
I’ve been stuck here with you two rugrats.
I need to socialize with adults for a change.
We won’t be there for too long, just relax and enjoy the attention.”
Public attention was the last thing Rob needed right now.
It was one thing having Michelle,
his life partner,
taking care of him and knowing about his condition.
However, it was completely different having others around when he was diapered and toddling around in this infantile state.
“Pwease honey, I’m an adulw. I can’t be seen like dis.”
Rob pleaded with his wife, his baby blue eyes begged for understanding. Michelle finished dressing her little man and picked him up cuddling and bouncing the child in her arms to calm him down.
Rob burrowed his face in between her arm and breast hoping he could hide from the world.
Michelle finally calmed the baby down and stood him on the floor.
Rob got about three steps before falling on his bottom.
Again instead of trying to stand,
he just got on all fours and made his way to the mirror.
Once at the mirror he grabbed onto the leg of a chair and pulled himself up to a standing position.
This time he saw the 10-moth-old child,
this time wearing the baby blue romper with a yellow t-shirt that had pant legs,
instead, there were elastic openings with lace around the edge.
The soft blue outfit with a yellow shirt,
socks and shoes was obviously bought as a set since the bird pattern on the socks matched the romper.
Because there were elastic leg openings and the curved features of the waist Rob’s diaper bulged significantly from underneath.
He stared at the sight for a minute,
he looked like the epitome of a cute baby.
A high-pitched giggle came out as he wiggled his butt.
Quickly his attention span drifted and he proceeded to the living room.
After about 10 steps of an awkward waddled, he ended up on all fours,
crawling madly towards his destination.
Rob stopped in mid crawl when a knock came at the door and a younger person came wandering into the house.
“Mrs Leahey!
It’s Sarah Barton!
I’ve come to give you a hand!”
Michelle scooped up Rob and deposited him in Ben’s stroller.
“Thanks Sarah,
if you could push Robbie’s stroller and carry the diaper bag,
I’ll take Benny and the playpen.”
With everything packed Michelle took Ben by the hand and proceeded to the door.
Rob tried to look up and see the teenager but the stroller’s roof blocked his view,
the only person he could see was his brother…err, son Benny.
As they walked down the lane,
Rob saw the cottages he’d jogged past a few days before.
The mailboxes were gigantic like everything else they passed.
Suddenly a woman’s voice came from behind.
“Margaret! Is that your son Benny?
I haven’t met your son yet.”
It was their next-door neighbor, Rachel.
He had said hello during his jog but never stopped to have a conversation and this was definitely Not the time to start.
